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Chaos (Jordan Cade Freeland- Gueydan, LA)


I feel as though this chaos is constant, it is not my chaos but chaos of this place. I am simply passing through. It and I are separate but crossing.
Eventually I shall leave this moment in my life, however long of a moment it be. I shall grow and ascend beyond it and it shall remain.
The energy is fixed, twisted into the skeleton of that situation. You move on, release it to a higher force to scatter it in your past.
The moment you let go and no longer take ownership of the anarchy that was never yours to begin with, will be the moment you heal. Once you truly let it go it is gone. Feel joy, for soon enough you will cross paths with different chaos

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